Novel & Cerita Desperado Book

" Lorenzo struggled to rise up to his feet and kept falling because he was too dizzy. Before he knew what was going on, he felt the man grab his two hands and began dragging him on the floor which was even worst, because the man didn't care if he hit his body or any object or any it. As they moved further, his skin rubber with some sharp surfaces, leaving bruises on his body. "This is you first punishment." "I'm sorry!" Lorenzo apologized, moaning in pains and wished for the man to stop, but it seemed like the more he apologized, the more aggressive he got. Meanwhile George had just instructed his men to put Jessica in the dark room until she is ready to change her mind and get married to hi

I replied in affirmation. I reflected on my actions. This is the only way I could get money fast to save mum's life. It's not the best option, but right now, I'm left with no choice. I inhaled deeply and saw Collins bring out a document. Now this is the deal. This is how it has always been, I thought. I've heard of contract marriages only in books and movies, but it's happening to me here, and I could only look on like a sheep. Why is life so unfair? Why do I have to go through so much to take care of my family?

“I don’t have a girlfriend.” “You only answered one of my questions.” “Because it is the only one I’m answering. I was out, that’s all you need to know. Do I call you in New York asking where you are?” “Scuse me.” “So, I assume you’re too hungover to get food?” “Hmmmm.” He groans. “Maybe when you get here, I’ll feel differently. We don’t have Hazy Mornings in New York and I could go for some bacon and a bloody Mary.”

Her father. Cameron Allistar White had been a soldier in the American Civil War when he was mortally wounded and left for dead. A nomadic vampire, searching for an easy meal, had begun to drain him—only to be interrupted by a clean-up crew retrieving fallen soldiers. The vampire fled before he could finish, leaving behind a man who was neither dead nor fully human. His heart still beating when the venom flooded his veins.

If only he had chosen Maureen in the past, there might not have been this much trouble. However, his idealism in the past was too strong. The expectation of a perfect wife to raise his future children was not in Maureen. And now, she was stuck. "Sorry to disappoint you. I didn't mean to--" "Big temptation, huh?" Randy could understand the turmoil that comes with being bored with life in your early thirties. He was finally anchored to Dara after a busy life that seemed endless. Dara was the one he could go home to even though it wasn't easy going through a lot of trouble.

Because they did… they were almost black now, burning with raw desire and something possessive. “We are too far gone for you to want to back down now baby girl” he said, in his low and rough voice, like gravel. His face was so close she felt every word on her lips. “Now tell me what I want to hear. I know I will be the first man to enter here”

Exhaustion is taking over, and I am having trouble keeping my eyes open. Right before my eyes close, the last thing I see is Braxius's blue-green eyes filled with love and sorrow. Except, I somehow know everything will be all right with him. That only thought is making my leaving easier, and I stop fighting the darkness. I am floating away towards total oblivion. I am having a few brief flashbacks of my short life of twenty-two years and growing up in New Jersey with Meena, my younger sister of nine months. I accepted my entry-level position at a prestigious marketing firm and graduating from college with honors as a business major with a minor in history.

She didn’t want to tell Joey that this one simple sentence had changed her world more than she was willing to accept and that she was terrified that her heart was losing its claws, its weapons, and its hunger for blood in the battle against Zander. Joey’s eyes crinkled, and she was so focused on the confusion and awe in them that it didn’t even register that he was laughing. Not just laughing—hooting. Holding his stomach and everything. “No, come on, no. Your friend didn’t mean your heart is a lonely hunter. She meant the book The Heart is a Lonely Hunter by Carson McCullers. Maybe it was her favourite. The author was twenty-three when she wrote it. Your age.” He looked at me pointedly, like

"Desperate is a fucking excuse, Diego. Desperation doesn't justify betrayal. And I don't forgive betrayal. Not from anyone. Especially not from someone I trusted." "Give me one c-chance to prove myself, Boss. I'll bring back the shipment. I-I'll prove my loyalty to you," Diego begged, his voice a desperate, pitiful rasp. His mind was a storm of fear and regret, his body trembling uncontrollably. Every ounce of his strength was spent trying to cling to the faintest glimmer of hope, but deep down, he knew, the end was near. He had made the mistake of crossing the devil, and now, the devil was going to make him pay.

End of Book One . BOOK TWO : THE EMANCIPATION OF A BADBOY